A melody of vowels drifts on by,
A, E, I, O, U, in soft refrain,
Each vowel a note in nature's domain.
A is the apex of morning's yawn,
E, the echo of the waking dawn,
I, the iris of a lover's gaze,
O, the orbit of the moon's soft phase,
U, the undertone of twilight's hue,
Each vowel paints a picture true.
In words they weave, in verse they flow,
Vowels shape the stories we know,
From whispered secrets to laughter's sound,
In vowels, emotions are profound.
So cherish these sounds, both soft and clear,
A symphony of language, pure and free,
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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